I was wondering what to even call these contraptions, so I typed “bracelet chain ring” into the Google search bar. A lovey photo came up that describes visually the horrendous crime I was trying to bust. And the Web site called it a “slave bracelet,” so I guess I’ll play along.
This fashion statement was gross and terrible. It looks like a witch who got into heavy metal, stopped showering and started reading Tarot cards to kids in trench coats at the local Gothic bar. I would almost rather wear a chain attaching my nose ring to my ear, if it meant my face wouldn’t accidentally get torn apart in the subway. Rings and bracelets are two different things; believe it or not, that’s why they’re usually separated. These are noisy when shaking hands, get caught on clothing and just look ridiculous. Halloween=Okay. Joke=Acceptable. Trying to be trendy=Leave it in the…what era was this from again??
Amanda realized at a young age she could turn her love for materialistic bullshit into a lucrative career. She gets the best of two worlds working in both fashion merchandising and journalism. Amanda's obsessions include Johnnie Walker Black Label, jamming to Lil Wayne at obnoxious noise levels and working on her memoir "Sex, Drugs and Burning Chairs: The Kent State Experience." She possesses more knowledge about underwear than you could ever accumulate in your entire life. Midwestern born, bred and corrupted, Amanda currently resides in Brooklyn with the ///Slant///.
